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Learn The Business of Blogging About Sex -- on your schedule!

Learn The Business of Blogging About Sex -- on your schedule!

What’s that, you say? You wanna be a badass sex blogger and pay the bills? Uncover my blogging secrets? Find out all my strange productivity techniques and social media philosophies?


Now you can, anytime you want! The Business of Blogging About Sex, the intensive online class I run with JoEllen Notte (Redhead Bedhead), is officially back and better than ever! Months in the making, now there are even more ways to learn to accommodate different schedules, learning styles, and needs! One thing remains the same, though: you can (and should) stay in your pajamas as you learn.

I’m kind of really proud. . . . read the rest

Let me teach you The Business of Blogging About Sex!

Let me teach you The Business of Blogging About Sex!

I have a proposition for you, peeps. If you’ve ever wanted to start a sex blog, or take your current sex blog to a higher level of awesome…

…let me teach you how! This October, I’m teaming up with expert sex writer JoEllen Notte (Redhead Bedhead) for a four-week interactive online class on the business of blogging about sex! We will spill all the insider secrets we’ve amassed in our decade of combined experience sex blogging. Having turned our one-time hobbies into profitable online businesses, we have our share of triumphs and horror stories — and we’re champing at the bit to share them with you. . . . read the rest

Together, we form one fully functional human

Together, we form one fully functional human

Sex toy temporary tattoos and the lengths we go through to photograph them.
Photo by Kate Sinclaire.

7 sex bloggers were standing outside a glass blowing studio. We’d been waiting for an hour and there was no sign of the studio owners, who’d previously agreed to a private glass dildo making session. It was clear that we’d have to reschedule with them, but how? None of us wanted to pick up the phone.

Finally, Girly Juice volunteered to call the studio the next day. The rest of us sighed with relief.

Girly Juice thought it was funny that we kept calling her Girly Juice. . . . read the rest

Blogger is leaving adult bloggers out in the cold; what now?

Blogger is leaving adult bloggers out in the cold; what now?

I first wrote this post on June 26, 2013, when Blogger changed its content policy in order to prohibit the monetization of adult content. At that point, they still allowed adult content as long as it was marked as such — and as long as you didn’t make a goddamn cent from it. It felt begrudging: “okay, fine, we’ll allow you heathens to exist on our platform, but not if you make any money.”

In February 2015, I had to publish an updated version of this post when Google updated their content policy to disallow any blogs containing “sexually explicit” material. . . . read the rest

The girl I call Aerie

The girl I call Aerie

She greets me at the airport with a bouquet of hand-drawn sex toys. Eleven toys, all of them my favorites, with green pipe cleaner stems. On the romance scale, this may surpass the CD that my boyfriend made for one of our anniversaries which included a Tegan & Sara cover and 5 minutes of our cat purring into a microphone.

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Aerie lives in a swanky condo on the third level. It has sparkling wooden floors, kitchen appliances that beep at you if you don’t do their bidding, and best of all, air conditioning. We make delicious coffee in the morning with a hand grinder and a french press. . . . read the rest

I'm teaching a class!

I'm teaching a class!

[This class has already taken place, but good news!
You can learn from me anytime on Be A Sex Blogger!]

Ever since I started speaking on panels with other lovely industry peeps, I’ve been energized to spread the gospel of the sex blog further and wider. This September, I will be doing just that in the form of my first ever online class, taught alongside the unsinkable Lauren Marie Fleming (formerly Queerie Bradshaw).

Lauren is one of the finest people I’ve become friends with in recent years. She has a really exceptional brain and enviable drive for what she does. . . . read the rest

CatalystCon East: sponsorship, a panel, and... a live studio audience

CatalystCon East: sponsorship, a panel, and... a live studio audience

You may have heard — I’m going to CatalystCon East again this year.

What you may not know, and should know, is that the main reason I’m going is thanks to the generosity of my pals at SheVibe. They’re sponsoring me like the supportive badasses they are. Also, what you definitely don’t know is that while I’m there, I will be one of the interview subjects for Tristan Taormino’s Sex Out Loud radio show… in front of a live audience.

Oh god, it is going to be terrifying and exhilarating!

I’m even on another panel again this time, but with some new friends: Queerie Bradshaw and Mona Darling. . . . read the rest

When sex bloggers party

When sex bloggers party

Yes, we play with dildos, but not in the way you think…

DILDO TUG OF WAR!!!

A video posted by Epiphora (@heyepiphora) on Dec 27, 2013 at 9:05pm PST

Yes, we ride sex machines, but it is not very sexual. I just want to share the wealth that is the Sybian, and everyone’s curious about whether it feels like $1,300 of awesome. For many of my sex blogger friends, I am given the distinct honor and privilege of controlling the dial while they ride. I can now die happy.

"I feel like Howard Stern right now" –@Epiphora

— JoEllen Notte (@JoEllenNotte) December 28, 2013

We all agree that there is a point, somewhere after about 60% power, where we start to feel like we need to poop. . . . read the rest

I can't sum up CatalystCon

I can't sum up CatalystCon

It began in the airport, with my iced coffee in tow, and two war vets grumbling to each other about Obama taking away all our guns. The flight was uneventful, save for the creeping, almost overwhelming sense of excitement and importance I was feeling — punctuated by surprisingly decent airplane coffee and one of the most beautiful 2 minutes of music ever made, Nancy Wilson’s “Cabin in the Air.”

The SuperShuttle guy totally thought I was some 16-year-old loser trying to sneak into fancy hotels, but I eventually ended up at the Marriott.

Just as I was settling in for some TV and a sandwich, my phone rang. . . . read the rest

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